Nov 06 2007
Reflections on Mt Roskill
Were you young or old when you exploded?
Did you have an inkling – of your shape that unfolded?
I do know not –
You had company I see
as I twirl on this wind swept crevice
Other mounts that give us bearings
more than directions in our city
Meeting places for many of past
They understand your height, your depth –
in telling of your beauty
and the strength you hold in being.
A vantage point or a vacant niche –
Waiting for a predatory invasion.
What’s beneath your steep incline?
Layer upon layer …
Are we like you – whether young or old
We can implode –
explode – what are the triggers?
What do you teach us?
Lying here I listen but cannot grasp your enormity
But calmed and understanding inner strength.
Do we all lay dormant?
Waiting for that moment
when procrastination goes
and action is taken of our nature and woes.
Copyright Deana Platt 2002 (aka Emancipation Planz)
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